Broken Birth.
Published in
Apr 11, 2022
It is her swan song.
Her last time paying the tithe for life. She has given blood and bone and fashioned an entirely new creature.
It is not paid kindly.
It is cleaved from her flesh, from her breast. Veins of blue, running over her body, marking it as yet another wasteland.
Her youth, her spark, all stolen.
Colonised, her body a different entity now. Not entirely her own.
Native to someone else.
It latches on to her, consuming her essence, hurting her.
Alien in her own body, she stumbles.
Her identity, reformed. Born again, as Madonna. Purity is not hailed, it is demanded.
An involuntary goddess. An unnatural mother.
Government-issued sanctity.
Clytemnestra and Elektra, as one.
